letra de pu$yboyanthem - untied fye
[intro]
what you finna do b-tch?
(aye) don’t f-ck with me, run up p-ssy boy
gang, gang!
[verse 1]
ha!
talkin’ bout shooters but what you gon do?
you need some tutors you ain’t got a clue
looking for me while i’m f-cking yo boo
kick you so hard i got blood on my shoes
ice on my neck and it’s shining in blue
rocking the loui no v
f-cking she sucking she get on her knees (gang)
yo b-tch she mandarine no d-mn chinese (gang)
i never be snitching don’t talk to police
flowing smooth
peanut no b-tter no reese
b-tch i’m a beast but you is obese
talk on the brothers you finna get popped
we throwing them hands and we never gon stop
i dare you to run up you finna get dropped
bring all yo homies we goin at war
stop trynna flex you p-ss-es are poor
i’ll knock yo -ss out in a muhf-ckin’ punch
jab to yo stomach you vomit yo lunch
run through these checks, and i gotta bunch
gettin’ the gwuap like i’m bill no gates
b-tch i’m a youngin i’m finna get paid
turn on the tv and you eating lays
but i’m on the grind and i’m spittin for days
[bridge]
ready for round 2 b-tches
boutta destroy this sh-t
fye up next
[verse 2]
shoutout my manager shoutout to haze
how you be spittin’?
well i got my ways
you just be trippin if you finna hate
i just be drippin’ and stacking my plate
you just be tripping so tie yo d-mn lace
hop in a whip and im skrrting no race
talking that sh-t i pull up to yo place
talking and talking say sh-t to my face
shoutout young nervyyy we making them hits
shoutout yvnski we up in this b-tch
on an adventure no lilo & st-tch
feel like a wizard i’m f-cking a witch
all of you f-ckers get off of my d-ck
all of you f-ckers are making me sick
yo homie a whiteboy his name is david
if he run up
put slits in his wrists
yo other f-ck homie
he cannot do sh-t
he need some food
cause he is a stick
tell him to run up &
come do yo trick
he would not answer ‘cause
he is a b-tch
rather than fight
he would just snitch
like you is a dyk-
you is not rich
you ain’t bout the life and you
ain’t with the sh-ts
i’m keepin a knife and i let this sh-t
but i could still fight so pull up at night
i’m smacking you jits while making a hit
where do you live?
i’m fresh from the 6ix
i’m rockin my kicks
i’m chillin no flix
i’m ballin’ you fallin’
yo b-tch she be callin’
know i’m up next
she send me a text
she say that i’m flexed
i’m movin’ no chess
no need to impress
i’m ballin’ shek wes
diamonds they cryin’
they might be depressed
b-tch i be flyin’
i feel like i’m blessed
i never be sleepin’
i don’t need no rest
like chasing a bag
like it is a tag
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